Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm an alcoholic. I have a problem. I'm just not ready to deal with it yet.

- Dad, stop. - I also got you a rearview mirror.

2 x 2 x 2 x 2 x 109 = 1744

Behind your creepy, deformed back.

- Your hair. - [Gasps]

- Roger! - Are you kidding me?

He can't be mad at me for leaving school early.

No, she did. But you believed me just now...

I will now attempt a simple coordination test with these blocks. L-

Especially not your mother. She'd lose all interest in me.

- What? - Your wig. You're not wearing it. Where is it?

Where I got my weak backbone from.

Get in your suitcase, and don't come out till you hear me say...

Hey, Lorraine. Do you know what this is?

Oh. Forgot my water bottle.

- Big breath, sweetie. - But-

- Hi. Mr. Mustachios. - And Mrs. Mustachios.

- [Cell Phone Rings] - Hello?

You're such a hypocrite.

Oh, grow up. The outside's the only thing that matters.

Too many people have a key to the pistachio closet.

It actually works out great during two-a-days. Keeps your head cool.

Well, you're lucky. Work was awful.